Page 20 of Thanks for the Memories
“Great. They killed the other team. What did you do this weekend?”
A smile spreads across my face, recalling my day spent with Dante. Even though I’m unsure of what the future holds, it was still fantastic overall.
“I spent time with Dante yesterday.”
Jeremy raises his eyebrows. “Oh, really. Did you tell him I think his food is average?”
I playfully punch him on the arm.
“Absolutely not,” I snap. “Especially because he spent most of the day cooking for me and my roommates.”
“Wait. He did?” Amanda exclaims, walking through the door just in time to hear. “That’s so romantic.”
I continue giving Jeremy and Amanda all the details of our day together. Amanda is practically swooning, while Jeremy continues making sarcastic comments.
“You just wish you were that smooth,” Amanda says to Jeremy.
He puts his hands behind his head and stretches out. “I don’t need to show off my cooking skills to impress women. All I need is flattery and these,” he says, pointing to his abs.
I roll my eyes while letting a giggle escape.
“So, how did things end?” Amanda asks, ignoring Jeremy. “Are you going out again?”
“Yes, we’re planning on it. I’m just not sure when. It’s such a busy time for him.”
“Uh-huh,” Jeremy says.
I narrow my eyes at him. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, it’s definitely something. Go ahead and spit it out.”
He looks back and forth between Amanda and me.
“Look, Blondie, don’t take this the wrong way.”
Hah. Too late.
“I just think that if you want to spend time with someone, you’ll go out of your way to see them no matter what’s going on in your life.”
Ouch.
Although, I can’t completely disagree regardless of Dante’s current circumstances. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that hadn’t crossed my mind.
I glance at Amanda, who doesn’t say anything. She got awfully quiet all of a sudden.
“Well, we are just friends,” I say, forcing a smile. “It’s not like he has to make some grand gesture to prove anything to me.”
Carl comes out of his office at just the right time, and we all magically jump right into work mode.
A few minutes later, Jeremy slides his chair over to mine.
“Hey, are you mad about what I said?”
“No.”
How can I be mad when I’ve had the same thoughts?
